As he sat on the white rhino, Garen intermittently recalled memories from Iron Tank City, and there was an inexplicable emotion within his heart.
He’d thought that Goth would keep blaming him, angry at him. That the two of them would possibly remain at this state of misunderstanding. Who would’ve known….
From the announcement, he can see that Goth still held grudges towards him, but carried a similarly complicated emotion.
"Team Leader. There’s something that awaits your decision." Old Man slowed down at the front, and as Garen closed the distance between them, he held out a map, a soil-colored yellow scroll.
Garen took it from him and listened.
"We picked two routes on the map which were safer, but we couldn’t decide on which route to take. Both routes has its pros and cons." Old Man explained. "Please have a look."
Garen nodded, then opened up and scanned the map.
